Dragon tales
Story 1 problems already
Chapter 2 stop fighting

Authors note: next chapter^^ so you've probably guessed what's going on by now huh here's what happens next^^ hope you enjoy it pleeeeeeeaaaase leave a review even just a few words mean so much to me but apart from that enjoy the chapter- it will be updated tommorow ^^

He woke up again- this time to a much more worrying sound. He would've definitely preferred the snowball to this.

He sat up and looked over to the bed of snow Jack had made for himself on the floor nearby. He was propped up on one arm, coughing heavily. Really heavily. The coughs were what had woken him- they were so loud and it sounded like they were hacking at his throat...and they didn't seem to be stopping any time soon.
"Jack." He said, worry wiping away his sleepiness as he slid his foot and a half out of bed and half hopped, half crawled, his way over.

He'd gotten back really late last night- things yesterday having taken much longer than usual to finish, with the adult's hangovers making everything ridiculously sluggish. Jack was already asleep when he got in and he'd reassured himself that he was fine. Whatever had afflicted him earlier had passed over the morning. Now, though, it very obviously hadn't.

He noticed how pale he was- there was little difference between his white hair and his skin now- and his eyes were a dull blue grey, rather than the bright, shining winter blue they should be. On top of that, he was shaking, he was pretty sure he was slightly damp and he could weakness and pain filling his mind. He reached out to hold him up, while the coughing fit passed, and that was when something else worrying struck him. He wasn't cold anymore. In fact, he was slightly warm. Jack always emanated a slight chill, but now... This was just another sign he really was not well.

Jack grimaced, as the coughing finally subsided, and pushed his supporting hand off. Then, scrunching his face up, and with agonising slowness, he stood and walked towards the door. Not the window, Hiccup noticed. Okay, he was definitely not feeling right- he always took the window.

"Thanks Hic, I'm fine now." He muttered, the gravelly voice he was saying it with telling him the exact opposite.
"Jack, stop." He told him, searching for his prosthetic.
"No... I'm going to the academy... gonna help out... Astrid with the kids... see Freya..." He murmured, almost in a half trance, as he swayed, stumbling occasionally, across the room- before he attempted to walk through his desk, that was definitely not the door way.

Hiccup's concern just kept growing as he watched him stumble about, more dazed than ever- his jaw clenched from the impact, hand rubbing his throbbing head. Trying to reach into his mind, Hiccup could see it was like his brain was turning everything to mush. His balance was going, he had little control over where his limbs were going and his brain could barely cooperate enough to even think straight. Where was his prosthetic?! Jack finally managed to face the door.

There! Grabbing his prosthetic, he snapped it quickly into place, hoping Jack wouldn't go too far while he put his leg on. But, thankfully, Toothless got up and stood, calmly, in the way. Jack glared at him, as he growled.
"Out of the way, crow brain." Toothless eyes narrowed at him, and he promptly sat. Preventing any exit whatsoever. Jack growled again- this time purely from anger- as Hiccup gently took hold of his shoulders.
"Jack... Just get back to-." He began, softly encouraging him backwards towards the bed, when suddenly he lunged. Leaping, like a crazed animal, towards the slight gap between the dragon and the wall- clawing at the wall in an attempt to pull himself through.
"I'm fine!" He yelled. Toothless trying to hold firm in the doorway as Jack wildly flailed forwards, leaving Hiccup clinging desperately to him, trying to stop him, as he constantly flung himself forwards in wild attempts for freedom.

"I going back to the the academy!" He screamed.
"No, you're not- and you're going to go anywhere whilst you're like this!" Hiccup said, forcefully.
"I'M FI-!" He raged, furious at the accusation that he wasn't at top health.
"NO YOU'RE NOT!" Hiccup shouted back. "Look at you! You're all pale- and you're shaking, and coughing, and stumbling about everywhere. You can barely think straight! And yesterday, you were sneezing and tired and then-!" He paused, as he finally realised why he'd vanished that morning. That noise, and sickening smell. "You've been throwing up." He realised. Jack just threw himself at the Night Fury harder than ever- like he didn't hear him, or didn't care. "Jack? Aren't you listening?! You've got a fever! You've got a headache and a stomachache- and your brain's practically mush. Jack." He said, clearly. "You're sick." He told him, loudly. The words hanging like a judge's sentence.

Jack paused, panting and half collapsed in his arms. Hiccup relaxed. Finally, he'd gotten through to him.
"...I don't care." Jack grimaced, slowly hauling himself back onto his feet. Then, he lunged forwards once again. Just as wild in his attempts to get through as ever. "I can't just-! -Have to-! They need me-!" He carried on. His struggles getting more and more desperate as his state worsened. His eyes screamed pain and mouth was stretched taunt at the endless beating assaulting his brain. He was bent double with the crippling cramps in his stomach... but still he battled to get through the doorway- even though he stood no chance.

He just wouldn't give up, Hiccup realised. And that was it. He knew Jack- and he never stopped fighting for those he cared about. Never. He didn't give up for the sake of mere pain. Even stood at the very doors of death itself, he would carry on struggling for what he believed in... for who he believed in.

"Jack." He said, calmly. The dragon boy he carried on, heedless. "Stop fighting." He told him, softly.

He froze, limbs shaking, as he heard those words. His chest heaving, as it shook with the rest of him. Then, he seemed to gather himself, and tensed ready to throw himself forwards again. Hiccup tightened his grip, stopping him moving any further. "-Or if you won't do that, then... trust me." He muttered. He stopped.

The only sound was Jack's loud, heavy breaths and Hiccup's softer ones.
"Let me take care of you." He muttered, gently loosening his grip, just a little,... and that finally did it.

Jack sagged straight into his arms- almost collapsing straight to the floor, if it weren't for Hiccup holding him.

He finally stopped fighting.

Carrying on fighting was easy for him- he did it without a second thought for himself. He did it happily and as many times as was needed. But giving up? That was much more difficult. Stopping fighting, for him, was harder than fighting to the death... But for his faith in Hiccup- because he trusted him-... he did it. He gave up. Surrendering himself entirely into Viking's care. At long last, he'd stopped fighting... and he'd done so happily. For Hiccup.

He let him support him. Hold him upright where his legs and his arms just didn't have the strength anymore. He allowed himself to be shifted so that he was hanging off the Viking's shoulder. He was reminded once more of how strange it was. That Hiccup, once so small and lacking in strength, was now big and strong enough to carry him without too much of a struggle. He let him, and his black dragon brother, drag him carefully over the wooden floor... Then rest him on Hiccup's wooden bed, where they lowered his head down, gently... until it made contact with the pillow.

He closed his eyes and let himself drift off into half consciousness. Unable to keep himself fully aware of the world anymore. But that was okay. Hiccup was looking after him, he didn't need to fight anymore. He was a feeling a lot worse than he'd care to admit, but he could relax now. Hiccup was here. He'd be just fine.